Americano // Jake & Jet
Jake pushed himself up off the floor as his door closed, and Jet left to head downstairs for a cigarette while he waited for Jake to get ready so they could go and grab a coffee together. He stretched his arms above his head with a groan as his bones cracked quietly from where he'd slept funny. Glancing at the clock, he decided to skip the shower, seeing as he had one yesterday anyway and he didn't particularly want to keep Jet waiting for too long. So instead, he rifled through his clothes and donned his black jeans along with a plain black long sleeved top. He proceeded to comb through his hair, giving up about halfway through because it was near enough impossible to style, so he decided to just leave it as it was because it wasn't all that bad. Plus, it was early, people would definitely excuse his appearance, especially seeing as he hadn't had his usual morning coffee yet. As he headed out his room quietly, he grabbed his dark blue jacket and pulled it on as he descended the stairs. He found Jet by the main door, stamping out his cigarette. Jake swung open the door and grinned, placing a hand on Jet's shoulder. "Jet. My friend. Isn't it a fine morning?" He said sarcastically, looking out at the grey sky as the wind blew in his face. As he dropped his hand, he shoved both of them in to his pockets and smiled. "Ready to go?"